I’m Really An Alchemist

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but in the face of this fact, he was powerless to refute it.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin." Dumbledore said solemnly, "I feel guilty for my past indifference, but don't you care about Harry at all?"

"Voldemort has been resurrected, and he will one day take action against Harry - in fate, it is Voldemort who was defeated by Harry!"

Blake folded his chest and pondered.

Harry Potter is now the soft underbelly of two men.

Of course they won't let their friend's son be hurt again.

"Also, have you heard of the arcane potion - [Holy Water]?" Dumbledore looked at Lupin seriously: "The potion invented by Professor Ivan can reverse vampires, I think just ask him , may cure your werewolf disease."

First Harry Potter.

Then came werewolf disease.

Dumbledore was cunning and cunning to seize Black and Lupin's deepest desire, and Lupin wanted to get rid of the werewolf blood very much.

He was not supposed to be a werewolf, because his father offended the werewolf Fenrir, and when he was four years old, he was bitten by Fenrir who sneaked into the house in revenge.

"You convinced me!"

Blake's shoulders slumped: "But I also want to go to Hogwarts, I want to protect Harry!"

Dumbledore thought for a while and was a little embarrassed.

Although he and Lupin both believed that James Potter and Lily Potter were not killed by Black, others did not believe that Black was Voldemort's loyal Death Eater.

Having him appear at Hogwarts is a bit bad.

"Yes." Dumbledore said, "But you can't appear in front of other people."

Blake reluctantly agreed.

PS:

I'm tired of code words, I don't want to work hard, is there any Fu Luoli willing to adopt me?

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Chapter 421 Chapter 62 Deciphering the Bloodline Magic

Wiltshire, England.

The former lord's mansion, today's Malfoy Manor lies under the clouds.

The fine wrought iron gate was closed.

In the deserted European-style garden, Draco Malfoy dragged his wizard's robe, looking extremely aggrieved, and walked quickly across the garden to the gate.

"Is this still my home?"

He slammed into the iron gate with one kick.

Boom.

There was a dull echo from the iron gate.

Thirteen-year-old boy, it is the time of rebellion.

Draco had heard before that the resurrected Dark Lord had moved into his home, and he was very happy at Hogwarts, thinking it was a privilege - until he returned home from school.

Seeing the noseless devil dove occupying the magpie's nest, and seeing his parents living at home with trepidation.

He was very uncomfortable.

The rebellious young man couldn't bear this, but he didn't dare to express his thoughts, so he thought of running away from home!

But when he reached the gate, he hesitated.

Draco, who was educated by an aristocrat, had never run away from home before. He looked at the mist outside the door through the fence, and timidly pulled him back.

pat.

The sound of light footsteps came from the mist.

A man in a baseball uniform and a peaked cap came out of the fog, who couldn't see his face clearly. The man walked to the wrought iron gate and looked down at Draco, who was vigilant in the door.

Only then did Draco see the man's face clearly.

It was a very young and handsome face, with pale blue pupils floating in a smile.

Draco thought he had seen the face, but he couldn't remember it.

The "bonjour (Good Day youth took off his hat, revealed light red hair, put his arms on his chest, greeted Draco in French, and then turned to English: "I'm looking for Voldemort."

Draco's eyes widened suddenly.

"Dididi..." He took a few steps back, stared at the face of the French wizard, and let out a high cry: "Dubois!!"

In the manor villa, there was a sound of glass bursting.

The majestic and cold magic power surged, rolling over the clouds and changing, instantly forming a huge face in the air, roaring angrily and silently towards the earth.

"I just came to see you."

Dubois looked at the cloudy face of the sky, and clapped the bag in his hand: "I even brought you a gift!"

He stepped forward.

His body was suddenly illusory, and he easily passed through the closed door and came to the stunned boy.

"Draco!"

Narcissa Malfoy rushed out of the villa, screaming in horror.

The mother wanted to rush over and pull her son back, but her husband grabbed her arm and pulled her to her side.

Lucius Malfoy stared intently at the French wizard across the garden.

behind him.

The Death Eaters poured out like a black tide.

A dark shadow fell in front of the Death Eaters. It was a black-robed, pale-skinned demon without a nose. He held a wand in one hand, and his eyes were as cold as a snake, and he stopped on the face of the French wizard.

"Long time no see." Dubois walked past the frightened Draco and walked slowly towards Voldemort.

In his behavior, words and deeds, it was like seeing an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Relaxed, leisurely.

"Avada..." A Death Eater was drawing out his wand, before using magic on Dubois.

ten meters away.

Dubois backhanded.

Bang!

The Death Eater only felt a tremendous force, and slapped it on the chest outrageously. The whole person tumbled a dozen times in mid-air and crashed into the fountain. The water splashed, reflecting the fear on everyone's faces.

"Awada, Awada, can you bring something new?" Dubois sneered, looking at Voldemort's increasingly awe-inspiring expression: "That's how you discipline your subordinates?"

The Death Eaters didn't even have the courage to draw their wands.

Voldemort moved his palm slightly, but did not make an attack. He still remembered that before he was resurrected, the other party had a strange power to resist the Killing Curse.

in the hall.

The Death Eaters surrounded Voldemort, and Dubois sat at the other end across the long table.

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort suppressed his anger: "Steal my Horcrux and resurrect my soul, what is your purpose?"

Dubois smiled and skipped the last question.

He put the bag on the table, took out a crystal ball from it, and handed it to Voldemort with the hand of the wizard.

Voldemort pulled back and looked at the crystal ball in front of him vigilantly.

"It's not dynamite, don't worry." Dubois said playfully, "This is the prophecy crystal ball you've always wanted. I brought it from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort was stunned.

He slowly approached the crystal ball, his pale hands gently dancing on the crystal ball.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... The Dark Lord marks him as his rival

But he has powers that the Dark Lord doesn't understand...

One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one can survive, and the one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month. "

Voldemort's slender eyes showed fear.

He raised his head sharply.

"Harry Potter's prophecy crystal ball." At the other end of the long table, the French wizard crossed his hands and smiled strangely: "Didn't you always want it and want to know the second half of the prophecy?"

The corners of Voldemort's mouth raised a cruel arc: "One must die at the hands of another, Harry Potter and I can only live, and only me can survive... I can kill him now. Lose!"

"You can't do it." Dubois: "You don't understand the power of love."

Seeing Voldemort's amazed expression, the French wizard leaned on the chair leisurely, resting his legs on the table, and his voice was light.

"Before Lily-Potter died, Harry Potter left behind an ancient magic-blood magic, which would protect him from your harm before he was seventeen years old."

Voldemort's expression grew uglier.

He already knew the prophecy, but he couldn't bear that his old enemy in his fate was still alive, and he couldn't watch Harry Potter grow up.

He quickly calmed down and gave Dubois a friendly smile.

Although ugly.

"Mr. Dubois, since you told me about this, you must have found a solution to blood magic, right?"

Dubois gave him a surprised look, retracted his legs, and sat up.

"I did find a way to break the bloodline magic."

Voldemort's thoughts turned, and his smile faded.

"I can't see your purpose clearly, what's the benefit for you to do this?" He said in a low voice, "What's the benefit for you to help me kill Harry Potter, and what's the benefit for you to resurrect the Horcrux?"

Dubois: "Don't you think this magical world is too boring, I just want to make it interesting."

"Just for fun?" Voldemort was like watching a madman who plunged the wizarding world into war for fun. He stared at the smiling faces of French wizards and felt horrified by this madman.

He skipped the subject.

"Mr. Dubois-please tell me how to break the blood magic?"

"..."

"Master, should we really believe him?"

After the French wizard left, Peter Pettigrew especially worried: "Could this be a conspiracy?"

Voldemort pondered for a moment and said, "I believe him, there is no need for this lunatic to lie to us, this magic ritual must be right, it can crack the blood magic on Harry Potter!"

"Peter."

Peter Pettigrew immediately knelt in front of Voldemort and bowed his head respectfully.

"Look for an opportunity to change back into a mouse and return to the Weasley family." Voldemort paused: "I will teach you some profound black magic, and I will teach you what you want to do in detail."

After speaking, he got up from his seat.

Quirrell whispered, "Master, are you leaving? Do you need us to follow?"

Voldemort picked up the crystal ball with an expressionless face: "I'm going to see my other self, this is not only an opportunity to kill Harry Potter, but also an opportunity to kill Dumbledore, I don't think they will let it go. "

"I can go alone."

After the words fell, Voldemort turned into a shadow and disappeared into the dull Malfoy Manor.

in the garden.

Draco Malfoy looked at the afterimage of Voldemort's disappearance, and then looked at the direction where the Dark Wizard Dubois left, his eyes glowed with adoration. The Dark Wizard Dubois lightly crushed the Death Eaters, forcing the Dark Lord not to Dare to act rashly.

A heavy stroke was drawn in the young man's heart.